Note to self.

Remember this feeling the next time you decide to not exercise one evening. Remember the self-loathing. Remember the silent tears. Remember the squeeze of all of your jeans around your middle and remember how ashamed it all makes you feel.

Remember the constant implosion. Remember the hatred and suicidal thoughts. Remember the desperation. Remember the double chin and all the pictures that never turn out right. Remember the attempts at starvation. Remember how pathetic you could become.

Remember what it looks like to see yourself in the mirror. Remember the bulges and jiggles in places. Remember the belts you can't wear anymore and the shirts that don't quite fit. Remember what it feels like when you think someone is watching your gut bounce. Remember how you want to run and hide and never see people again.

Now, remember what it felt like to be fit and trim. Remember what acrobatics felt like. Remember running and jumping and climbing and laughing and not worrying about how your clothes fit. Remember feeling young and sexy and in control of your body. Remember feeling exhilarated from movement. Remember flexing and feeling flexible. Remember LOOKING GOOD.

Go fucking jog you piece of shit.